Widget is six. He’s had a loose tooth for a while now, and this week, just before the Christmas pagent, he wiggled it all the way out. (It may or may not have had anything to do with the stories I told about wanting to sing “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,” when *I* was six and getting ready for *my* holiday pagent at school. Ahem.)
Being the kind of mom that I am, I had a design, fabric, and ideas to sew him his very own tooth pillow – a pillow with a pocket where you put your used teeth so that that fine lady that is the Tooth Fairy can find it easily and see the handy (large) pocket that looks just right for a couple of quarters.
However, also being the kind of mom that I am, the project … wasn’t done yet. So as the days got closer and closer and the tooth got wigglier and wigglier, I tried to finish what I was working on and start on this project. I didn’t make it.
The day of the pagent, we drove to school bundled in winter coats, singing songs about Rudolph — as I sewed
frantically patiently on this long-awaited tooth pillow. We’d be gone for a couple hours, with bedtime swiftly following, but I was NOT going to let my little boy down. He would have his tooth pillow before he put his head on his own pillow to sleep.
And, thanks to a longer-than-anticipated wait to get into the building and some quick stitching in the front seat of the car, I finished it just before the pagent. Widget sang loud and strong (I heard him! from the fourth row!). The kindergartners were angelic, the older kids were smart and dramatic, and the oldest kids sang like angels again, or at least angels who were a little nervous in front of all those parents and all. Little Bear, Grammy and Grampa, and Daddy and I sat fourth row, aisle, next to a brand-new baby and her mama. The baby was only two weeks old and captured Little Bear’s interest whether she cried, cooed, or just snuggled in.
By 8:00, we all were tired and ready for bed. The children changed into their footie pj’s, zipped themselves up, and Widget deposited his tooth into the designated pocket and went to sleep. All went perfectly.
Apparently, the budding young naturalist would rather have teeth than quarters. No matter how many there are.
And so, tonight we wrote a note (it looks brusque, but he did sign it with a heart), folded it carefully, and put *that* in the little pocket in the tooth pillow, now all sewn and stuffed … and outgrown already. As Widget pointed out on his way to bed: “I won’t be needing that anymore.”
Oh, little boy. Don’t grow up so fast. Let’s believe in the magic of childhood … just a little bit longer.